Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.